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ft schoolboy q jay rock yg - i just wanna party (ft. schoolboy q & jay rock) - yg lyrics

mama ain’t raised no fool
daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
mama told me never trust a sucka n-gg- from the street
grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
but i just wanna party, i don’t wanna hurt n-body
i just wanna party, i don’t wanna hurt n-body
i just wanna party, i don’t wanna hurt n-body
but i’ll beat the f-ck out of a n-gg-

i’m drunk off hennessy
hope i don’t run into my enemies
that dark lick will give you energy
now i ain’t rich, but i’m finna be
your baby mama’s a flip, she wanna hit a g
i’m back on that bullsh-t
but she ain’t f-cking and that’s bullsh-t
i can’t die, i got too much to live for
i’m getting money, that’s what n-gg-s rob and kill for
f-cking with tenisha and keisha
but when keisha see tenisha she gon’ whoop her -ss
all my homies g-ngb-ngers
they dry their clothes on hangers
all these hoes f-cking, but they don’t wanna seem like a ho
so you gotta hit ’em on the low (hit em’ on the d-low!)
west side, different money game
socked the mouth for tripping, he lost his watch and earrings

n-gg-, i’m from hoover street
dirty pictures in my cellphone
on 52nd street i’m well-known
hoover stomp until the cops come
silver satin get the job done
money ain’t everything, but still i’m rich
money ain’t everything, i’m still gon’ crip
from figueroa to [?] where we sock on lips
we break on jaws, n-gg-s since vcr’s, n-gg-
we hope out cars, n-gg-
i be groovin’ till i die
smokin’ weed until i’m fried
i could sell a key to god
pants saggin’ with the glock
i ain’t wanna pick the box
all my homies g-ngb-ngers
we keep a thumb between our two fingers
we trippin’ off the henny
so don’t let me catch you slippin’ in the 50’s, ricky

n-gg-, i’m from bounty hunters, east side lunatic
gang bang, slap a b-tch
i ain’t with the extras, i ain’t got a stunt double
you ain’t got no hands so they might let the gun touch you
is you banging or you balling, n-gg-?
you a fax machine, we can’t call it, n-gg-
everybody ain’t a friend, reason why i keep a fo’
you wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, n-gg-
she bouncing that -ss, go ahead shake it
and if she give me that back, b-tch, i’mma break it
sh-t, that p-ssy is overrated, some n-gg-s’ll chase it
she acting like she be nutting, some b-tches are faking
you fighting to save many souls, know that you losing
these b-tches the reason why some n-gg-s be snoozing
yg, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging?
shouldn’t have chunked his fingers up if he ain’t banging
i’m ashamed

- ft schoolboy q jay rock yg lyrics

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